Alle Kapitel von His Dangerous Love On Ice: Kapitel 71 – Kapitel 80

Chapter 71: OLIVE's POV"Stability," Zane said, leaning forward slightly, "is not the same as strength. A stable company crumbles the moment external pressure is applied. A strong company adapts. Evolves. Uses challenges as opportunities for growth."He pulled up another screen—financial projections, market analysis, data I recognized from business school."Hopkins has been 'stable' for fifteen years," Zane continued. "Your stock prices have remained relatively consistent. Your investor base hasn't changed. You occupy the same market position you did a decade ago. That's not success. That's stagnation."I watched Grayson's expression darken."My father's company," Zane said, and I noticed he didn't say our company, "the Mercer Corporation, has tripled its market value in the past five years. We've expanded into six new industries. We've weathered three major scandals and came out stronger each time. Do you know why?"No one answered."Because we don't run from pressure," Zane said. "W

Chapter 73: OLIVE's POV"What happens now?" I asked, changing the subject because I wasn't ready to dive into the ethics of protecting family members who didn't deserve it."Now," Zane said, his voice dropping lower, taking on that dangerous edge that made my stomach flip, "you go back to work. Act like nothing happened. The story is dead. The partnership is moving forward. And tonight—" he traced my bottom lip with his thumb, and I had to resist the urge to bite it, "—you're coming with me to my club."My stomach did a full somersault. "Your racing club?""The one and only." His eyes were dark now, intense. "I told you you'd see my biggest secret. Or maybe one of them. Time to deliver on that promise.""Zane—"

Chapter 75: ZANE's POVThe racing club was more than just a club.It was a cathedral I'd built for speed and sin, carved out of an abandoned subway station three levels below Chicago, deep enough that cops never came sniffing around and the sound never reached anyone who might actually give a shit.I bought the property eleven years ago through a shell company—back when I was twenty-two and stupid enough to think racing could fix everything broken inside me. Spent millions retrofitting the tunnels and somehow turned it into this thing that existed somewhere between legal and lethal.The main floor was the track—a quarter-mile circuit looping through old subway tunnels, tight corners, and straightaways that separated the guys who actually knew how to drive from

Chapter 77: OLIVE's POVThe second those steel doors opened, a sound hit me hard.The sound of engines roaring. Tires screeching. People screaming and cheering and shouting in this alignment which sounded so chaotic; Yes, a chaotic symphony that made my ears ring and my heart race.The space was massive, so much bigger than I'd imagined. Old subway tunnels designed into this life breathing thing that had LED strips running along the walls that changed from blue to red to white depending on what was happening on the track below.And the track. God, the track.It all joined together through the tunnels in this eight figure pattern, tight corners and straightaways where cars were currently going so fast they looked like stars were shooting in the runaway.But what really caught my attention were the glass boxes suspended above everything—these individual viewing cubicles hanging from the ceiling on what looked like hydraulic platforms, some lowered close to the action, others raised high

Chapter 79: Olive’s POVThe cars went into the final lap, and teal was definitely ahead now by almost a full car length.My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might explode. We were going to lose. I was going to lose a million dollars, and worse, I wasn't going to get to come."Please," I whimpered, bouncing on Zane's cock frantically. "Please, please, please—""Watch," he growled. "Just fucking watch."Going into the final turn, red did something absolutely insane—cut hard to the inside, so close to the concrete wall that sparks flew from the side of the car, tires screaming in protest.For a second I thought he'd crash, thought we'd definitely lost.But then red shot forward with explosive speed, using the momentum from that dangerous angle to slingshot past teal with barely inches to spare."YES!" I screamed as red pulled ahead by maybe half a car length, the lead so fragile it could disappear in a heartbeat.Zane's fingers worked my clit faster, harder, his cock drilling up i